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A UK prison guard, Cherrie‑Ann Austin‑Saddington, began a secret relationship with a convicted rapist inmate, Bradley Trengrove, after he slipped her his phone number. Believing his claim that his conviction was a "lie," she was drawn in by the attention and emotional connection. Their affair escalated in hidden corners of the prison, with their accounts of intimacy wildly differing (she said 4-5 times, he claimed 30-40). He painted a picture of a future together, even involving his family. When she briefly became pregnant, he promised commitment. But after a miscarriage, his behavior turned controlling. Their affair, which involved secret meetings and communication, ended when she was caught trying to smuggle a syringe to him for a bizarre insemination plan. Both were convicted, adding time to his sentence and earning her a suspended sentence. In a tragic turn, she later suffered a paralyzing stroke, which she calls her own "life sentence." Her case highlights a wider problem of inappropriate relationships in prisons and serves as a cautionary tale about manipulation and broken professional boundaries. Drop your thoughts and comments below 👇🏽 #PrisonLife #PrisonLove #ViralPost #famoztrendz

Kathy C.

What do they mean by Black Fatigue?

This is coming from a not young white woman. I thought black fatigue was people being tired of having the word black being used or interjected in every subject as reasoning, justification, or some form of excuse even when there is no need. There must be more than one form of black fatigue however, just as there are different recipes for chicken soup for example. Maybe black people are tired or fatigued of working so hard and still not being viewed solely for their characteristics and any of their accomplishments before their skin color. It's apparent a white person trying to merge into a black group is very uncomfortable, and a black person trying to merge into a white group is also uncomfortable - why is that? We should feel safe with each other. Maybe because both black and white are raised with prejudice and fear. It starts so young everyone inevitably gets fatigued. Black Fatigue/White Fatigue/Other Fatigue.

What do they mean by Black Fatigue?
Sadiegirl15

What about Harriet Tubman? Most of us are disgusted with the thought that there was slavery. However, we will never get better together if we continue to dwell on the past. Generations today, were not even born. Parents need to stop dwelling on it and passing down the hate. That hate gets passed down by blacks and whites. Yes, unfortunately there is racism coming from both sides. The color of our skin should never be a factor in how we feel about someone. If we disagree with someone let it never be because of the color of another’s skin or their religion. There are so many more of us who do treat people with respect regardless of our skin tone. Let’s dwell on them. We are all human beings and deserve to be seen and heard. Let it be about the present. We cannot change the past but we can change the future. Hate never wins.

Kathlenea Padgett

what should of been an joyous occasion turned out the be one of the worst Christmass I've had. it all started when I went to BFA it pick up the angle tree gifts. while I was waiting on line for my turn I was playing Christmas music got to talk with Santa Claus. it was very cold that morning on 16th December 2025. there was quite a few cars in front of me you can hear Christmas music coming from other cars as well an a little chitter chatting of people having joy in there voices. it came to be my turn. I drive an older car but I take very good care of it. 2008 Toyota Solara convertible. I had a new top but on it last summer. I saved what seem to be eternity for the top. I live on disability so I put money back each month. for almost a year. The was putting the gifts in my trunk an said there wasn't any more room in the trunk. so I went to put my top down so it would be easier to put it in my back seat. as the top was going down I heard glass breaking I knew exactly what it was. I went to put my top back up an sure enough it was my back window. I started crying immediately. All the volunteers were so very nice they even prayed with me a nice gentleman came up to me and asked me to move my car out of the way which I did I sat there for a while trying to get my composure back together. another gentleman came over and he said that he would tape up my back window so class wouldn't get everywhere. and that I could stay at least a little warm while I drove home. I was such a hot mess scared to death worried to death I'm on oxygen 24/7 also I have other medical issues and I deal with anxiety and depression. as I was driving down the highway 17 back to my house The plastic flew off and of course I had to pull over on the side of the road and picked a plastic up, I don't litter and I wasn't going to leave it lay in there. I sat there on the side of the road crying even more, I knew I had to get my head together so I would be able to drive back home. so I only sat there for a f